Arcadian Wilds

Tell the tales of the trail of dead
Lovers learned from slower hands

It was strange to hear a teasing tone in Anju's voice, so much so that Liam looked momentarily surprised. He settled quickly, though, waiting for Anju to join him on the bank and following her lead in field dressing her kill, not wanting to get in her way but feeling the need to do something other than simply stare at her. "I'm glad to hear it," he said of Stormbreak. "It will be good to shake things up a bit." For a moment, he regretted leaving the Dragoons, regretted leaving his home. He knew that he could have done some good there, could have helped with any negativity from the changes coming to Stormbreak.

For a moment, he kicked himself for being so weak that he'd run from his responsibilities.

But then talk turned to him, and he shook himself out of the doldrums. "I'm settling into the Greatwood," he said. "It's very different from Stormbreak." He was still growing used to the great expanse of the forest, to having green everywhere he looked - a far cry from Stormbreak's grey streets. Mostly he stuck to the same old routines: training, wandering (albeit in the woods rather than the streets). Sometimes he played chess with Phoebe - a bright spot in his otherwise relatively dull life. Not that he was unhappy with his choice; it was just a difficult transition for a soldier.

Losing self in myself
And my demons make demands

Liam